<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558855" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Death Row</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They live in 8x4 cell<br>One step next to hell<br>A closet size cage<br>To hold in the rage<br>With no human contact<br>How does one act? <br>Most are not innocent<br>Most won't repent<br>Now they hardly see the sun<br>No place left to hit and run<br>They grew up on the wrong side <br>Always ready to fight and hide<br>All face maximum degradation<br>On the road to lethal injection<br>Creating ways <br>Of counting days<br>There are no more rules to break<br>What's to dream when you won't wake? <br>How does it feel? <br>To order your last meal<br>Does it seem odd? <br>That now they turn to God<br>To free them from their sins<br>It's here where irony begins<br>Plenty of tattoos<br>Yet no clues<br>How to exercise the brain<br>And get off that runaway train<br>Muscles abound<br>Now all locked down<br>Wearing hand cuffs a way of life<br>Yet skilled in making a homemade knife<br>Lost all sense of wonder<br>Waiting to hear the thunder<br>They hardly see the sun<br>One hour with no place to run<br>Burying what is left to feel<br>In a corner surrounded by steel<br>The march of that last mile<br>Doesn't take but a short while<br>With each step a life flashes by<br>As chains jangle one last cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Ramos">Alfred Ramos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558855" data-title="In Death Row de Alfred Ramos" data-description="They live in 8x4 cell One step next to hell A closet size cage To hold in the rage With no human contact How does one act? Most are not innocent Most won't repent Now they hardly see the sun No place left to hit and run They grew up on the wrong ..."></div> </div> </div>

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